Agent (CENTURIES series: Book #3)

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7 Months Later . . .

"Fuck," I moaned and braced myself on my hands as Vince thrust into me from behind, the force and depth he was going with almost enough to make my legs give out. "Oh God, Vince..."

His hands were on my hips, smoothing down to my thighs and squeezing them as he pushed deep inside me. He withdrew slowly, then rammed back inside me. I saw stars.

"Oh God, please, Vince," I whimpered as his balls continued to slap against my weeping pussy, his length caressing the deeper parts of me. I felt every ripple and every vein stroke my core, the throb of his cock letting me know he was almost there.

His hand suddenly gripped my hair and wrapped it around his hand like a coil of rope. My head was forced up and my mouth automatically fell open as I struggled for my breath, feeling how he now begun gradually speeding up his thrusts. I was going to burst any second.

"Vince!" I cried and wantonly arched myself even higher up so that his thrusts hit impossibly deeper. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

"Come on, dolcezza. You know you want to."

I wanted to. I was so close. I could feel my core tightening around his delicious cock, just as all of my limbs begun shaking. I was coming. "Vince!"

I screamed as I came apart and felt how he with a harsh grunt rammed himself inside me, hitting my G-spot with bullet-like precision. I wailed loudly and shouted a string of gibberish as my core locked down around him, spasmed. My arms shook and now also threatened to give out from under me. That couldn't happen.

Almost as if sensing it, Vince slowed his pace, just as my ōrgasm finally subdued. I was panting hard, but at least I could breathe.

Vince chuckled silently above me. Uncurling my hair from his fist, he now instead trailed his hand down my spine to my mid-back, until it took a sideways dive and went around my waist to my stomach.

The one that had been rounding out for nearly seven months.

"Did baby like that?" He hummed and leaned in over me, supporting himself on one hand while the other stayed on my taut belly, rubbing it tentatively. He pressed a kiss to my sweaty neck and then peppered some small ones down my shoulder to my shoulder blade.

As if the baby could hear him, I felt a kick – one that Vince felt, too. He chuckled again and rubbed his hand over my belly once more, soothing it. "I think baby liked that."

Despite my previous statement, I was out of breath. However, I used my well-developed moaning/mewling ability to tell him that I liked it, too. It was for me, after all, I was the one with the crazy, horny pregnancy hormones. Today, Vince had barely been able to step over the threshold of our front door after coming home from his brief trip to the supermarket to fetch me ice cream before I had jumped him and dragged him to our bedroom.

I never heard him complain, though.

"Vince," I finally breathed, wiggling a little underneath him. He was still hard inside me. "Cūm inside me. I want to milk you." Because soon someone else would be milking me.

Vince placed another sweet kiss on my neck. "Anything you want, mammi."

I moaned as he then drew back again and returned to his position behind me. I felt him press one hand against my back, pressing my upper body further into the mattress, as far down as my round belly would allow me to go. He then put both his warm palms on my two equally round globes and squeezed them tightly, causing a purr to slip from my lips. I loved the way he loved my ass.